1. STREAMS of this Potent One have flowed easily to the strainingcloth-:
While he is cleansed he lifts his voice.
2 Indu, by pressers urged to speed, bellowing out while beautified.
Sends forth a very mighty sound.
3 Pour on us, Soma, with thy stream manconquering might which many crave,
Accompanied with hero sons.
4 Hither hath Pavamana flowed, Soma flowed hither in a stream,
To settle in the vats of wood.
5 To waters with the stones they drive thee tawnyhued-, most rich in sweets,
O Indu, to be Indras' drink.
6 For Indra, for the Thunderer press the Soma very rich in sweets,
Lovely, inspiriting, for strength.

1. THE, Somadrops-, benevolent, come forth as they are purified,
Bestowing wealth which all may see.
2 O Indu, high over heaven and earth be thou, increaser of our might:
The Master of all strength be thou.
3 The winds are gracious in their love to thee, the rivers flow to theeSoma, they multiply thy power.
4 Soma, wax great. From every side may vigorous powers unite in thee:
Be in the gatheringPlace- of strength.
5 For thee, brownhued-! the kine have poured imperishable oil and milk.
Aloft on the sublimest height.
6 Friendship, O Indu, we desire with thee who bearest noble arms,
With thee, O Lord of all that is.

1. THE raptureshedding- Somadrops-, effused in our assembly, have
Flowed forth to glorify our prince.
2 Then Tritas' Maidens onward urge the Tawnycoloured- with the stones,Indu for Indra, for his drink.
3 Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn:
He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.
4 O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runncst like a darting deer
Set in the place of sacrifice.
5 The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love
He came as to a settled race.
6 Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me,Glory, intelligence, and wealth.

1. LIKE waves of waters, skilled in song the juices of the Soma speed
Onward, as buffaloes to woods.
2 With stream of sacrifice the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store
Of kine into the wooden vats.
3 To Indra, Vayu, Varuna, to Visnu, and the Maruts, flow
The drops of Soma juice effused.
4 Three several words are uttered: kine are owing], cows who give their milk:
The Tawnyhued- goes bellowing on.
5 The young and sacred mothers of the holy rite have uttered praise:
They decorate the Child of Heaven.
6 From every side, O Soma, for our profit, pour thou forth four seas
Filled full of riches thousandfold.

1. THE drop of Soma juice effused flows onward with this stream impelled.
Rending strong places with its might.
2 Poured forth to Indra, Varuna, to Vayu and the Marut hosts,
To Visnu, flows the Soma juice.
3 With stones they press the Soma forth, the Strong conducted by the strong:
They milk the liquor out with skill.
4 It is he whom Trita must refine, it is he who shall make Indra glad:
The Tawny One is decked with tints.
5 Him do the Sons of Prsni milk, the dwellingplace- of sacrifice,Oblation lovely and most dear.
6 To him in one unitcd stream thse-, songs flow on straight forward. he,
Loud voiced, hath made the milchkine- low.

1. Pour forth on us abundant wealth, O Pavamana, with thy stream.
Wherewith thou mayest find us light
2 O Indu, swayer of the sea, shaker of all things, flow thou on,
Bearer of wealth to us with might.
3 With thee for Hero, Valiant One! may we subdue our enemies:
Let what is precious flow to us.
4 Indu arouses strength the Sage who strives for victory, winning power,
Discovering holy works and means.
5 Mover of speech, we robe him with our songs as he is purifiedSoma, the Guardian of the folk;
6 On whose way, Lord of Holy Law, most richi as he is purified.
The people all have set their hearts.

1. FORTH from the mortar is the juice sent, like a carhorse-, to the sieve:
The Steed steps forward to the goal.
2 Thus, Soma, watchful, bearing well, cheering the Gods, flow past the sieve,
Turned to the vat that drops with meath.
3 Excellent Pavamana, make the lights shine brightly out for us.Speed us to mental power and skill.
4 He, beautified by pious men, and coming from their hands adorned,
Flows through the fleecy strainingcloth-.
5 May Soma pour all treasures of the heavens, the earth, the firmament
Upon the liberal worshipper.
6 Thou mountest to the height of heaven, O Soma, seeking steeds and kine,
And seeking heroes, Lord of Strength!

1. SOMA, the Steer, effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve,
Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.
2 Farsighted-, tawnycoloured-, he flows to the sieve, intelligent,
Bellowing, to his place of rest.
3 This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven,
Fiendslayer-, through the fleecy sieve.
4 This Payamana up above Tritas' high ridge hath made the Sun,
Together with the Sisters, shine.
5 This Vrtraslaying- Steer, effused, Soma roomgiver-, Never deceived,
Hath gone, as it were, to win the spoil.
6 Urged onward by the sage, the God speeds forward to the casks of wood,Indu to Indra willingly.

1. THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen filter, as he goes
To war that wins a thousand spoils.
2 The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny OneIndu to Indra for his drink.
3 Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright
And beauteous for the gladdening draught.
4 He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men.
Speeding like lover to his love.
5 This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven,
This Somadrop- that pierced the sieve.
6 Poured for the draught, this tawny juice
flows forth, intelligent, crying out,
Unto the wellbeloved- place.

1. FLOW On, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,
Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.
2 Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,
Make thou the rain descend from heaven.
3 With might, bestowing power, thejuice enters the purifying sieve,
Farseeing-, sending forth its light.
4 This is it which in rapid course hath with the rivers' wave flowed down
From heaven upon the straining cloth.
5 Inviting him frorh far away, and even from near at hand, the juice
For Indra is poured forth as meath.
6 In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One.
Sit in the place of sacrifice.